They tied and gagged me then threw me into a car to take me to an abandoned building where they had cleaned up the basement to use as a clubhouse.
When we got there Jean took off my gag and said I could scream all I wanted because the whole neighbor hood was deserted and no-one would hear me. She told me they used the place to work-over kids who tried to move into their drug territory.
It was really scary. It was just lit with kerosene lamps that left dark shadows and the ceiling and walls had ropes or chains hanging from them.
They hung me from the ceiling and cut off my clothes with sharp knives then took turns beating me with the heavy western belts they used on their Levi's. It was terrible! There was much too much pain to excite me especially when they began hitting me with the big buckles on their belts that cut my skin until I was bleeding from several places. Mercifully after I had gone hoarse from screaming I passed out.
When I woke up I was hanging up-side down with my legs spread. I begged them not to hurt me anymore and that I would do anything they wanted.
Jean just laughed and said, "I know you will but you must be a little numb. I think we will make your tits and pussy more sensitive so you will really feel the fucking."
She lit a cigarette and used it to burn my nipples and pussy. I had never been burned before, it was awful and seemed endless. She would press the cigarette in a line all around the edges of my pussy lips and rectum pausing to relight it then covered my nipples with blisters.The pain continued even after the cigarette was taken away at the end I was crying hysterically but even that wasn't enough. She had the boys pull my cunt wide open and put out her cigarette on my clit to cause the most horrendous pain I ever felt.
They laid me on the ground then she said, "We need to cool her off. Piss on her."
Four of them held my arms and legs while others pissed on me. The piss caused the burns to catch on fire again and I passed out.
When I came to a big black guy said, "Enough torture for awhile. This has made me horny. Let's fuck her for awhile."
They grabbed my arms and legs again then he pushed his big dick into my poor burned pussy. It was just pure torture. His huge dick stretching my pussy lips and scraping on the burns while he pinched my nipples to burst blisters hurt so much I just screamed and shuddered with none of the pleasure I normally got from fucking. He yelled at me, "Move your ass! You honky bitch!" but I was just too exhausted to move much.
When he came he got up and said, "I guess she is only good for torture. It is like fucking a dead broad."
I was alarmed and begged, "No. Please! Just let me rest awhile. I'll do better. I promise."
Jean said, "Maybe we should. I think she is too exhausted to really feel pain."
They agreed and threw a blanket over me I went to sleep almost instantly.
I was awakened by a slap on my tits. Jean said, "You have been sleeping for hours. Do you think you can be a good fuck now?"
I promised I would and she led me around with a rope around my neck on my hands and knees. There would be no pleasure from it. They just led me to boys and girls for me to suck their dicks or lick their pussies until I had swallowed so much cum I got sick and threw up.
Jean said, "She must think we are disgusting to get sick like that. Let's work her over some more until she gives us some respect."
I begged, "No! Please! I am sorry I got sick. I'll get used to it."
The black guy said, "Let's give her a break. If she will present herself with whipping with this without being tied or trying to avoid the lash we won't tie her and use the buckles."
He was holding a thonged whip which I knew would be better than the belts. "Begged, "Please let me do it. I promise I won't try to get away."
He handed me the whip and told me to go to each person and say "Please whip me. Anywhere you want."
The first one said he wanted to give me an old fashioned spanking and had me bend over for twenty lashes on my butt. It was not that bad in comparison to the belts and I was glad they let me have that option.
The next one had me kneel with my hands on my head while she whipped my breasts. It was really hard to stand still for the pain on my burned nipples but I managed it.
The next one had me stand with my legs spread while he whipped my inner thighs. It took all my willpower to keep them open for him. It kind of made up for it when he fucked me when he was done because the burning had subsided and my clitoris was now super sensitive. Everyone yelled at me to move faster to plunge his dick in to me. I was glad to do it since it was so much better than torture.
From then on that was the routine. I would be whipped in any position they wanted then either fucked or if a girl I would eat her pussy.
I actually became excited from the light whipping and sex. Jean must have noticed because when it was her turn she said, "Enough of that wimpy whip. You just get excited from it. Lay on your back and hold your legs open I am going to whip your pussy with this."
She held up a pool cue stick about six feet long. It looked terrible and I whimpered, "Please don't hit me very hard." as I got into position.
She stood behind my head and said, "Say please whip my pussy until it is bloody."
I moaned, "Please whip my pussy until it is bloody."
The guys were amazed and had her wait while they placed bets on how many lashes I could take until I closed my legs.
The one with the least lashes won. The first went on my left pussy lip that burned terribly since the tip was going so fast it was a blur but I managed to keep them open for another to the right lip but then she brought one right to the center that hit my ass-hole and burned clit. I screamed in anguish snapping my legs shut and holding my hands over my poor pussy to protect it.
She told me to get my legs open but I moaned, "No! I can't. I can't take anymore. Just kill me and get it over with quick."
Jean said, "We will kill you alright but not quickly. There is no way we can turn you loose. We would all go to jail."
They hung me up again then Jean said, "Let's have a contest. Get the darts out of the dart-board. Whoever hits a nipple or her clit gets to whip her until she passes out."
They were not good at it. They threw them over and over at my breasts and pussy but couldn't hit the nipple. It was not bad when they hit my breasts or the loose skin of my pussy but the ones that stuck into my rib bones or pubic bone were terrible.
Suddenly we heard sirens. Evidentally a security guard had heard my screams and looked through the basement window to see what they were doing to me and called the police.
I told them everything. All the people at the school went to jail unfortunately the kids were juveniles so they got off easy. My folks are sueing the school which has already offered to pay a million dollars to stay out of court.
I am going to a psychologist but I don't need her. That session cured me forever for being excited by pain. Now I cry if I just get a paper cut and wake up crying from nightmares where I am hurt.
Mom said we will be rich and I can go to a private school. They are sorry they didn't believe me.
I am writing this as a book publisher has offered to publish it since there was so much publicity. The only problem is the editor wants every detail of my suffering and I cry a lot at the memories.